SuperGeorgia, that was still a great review.

morganrstewart75, yeah. He did good.


Sam lay in her bed that night, her body soaked with sweat as images of an unknown male held her down, his knee forcing her legs apart as he leaned close. His breath tickled her ear as whispered something. Her hands were forced above her head at that moment, the male over her dominating her and all Sam could feel was desire.

"Please," she whispered, her plea vague as she wasn't sure what she was begging him for... To stop or continue... As his teeth scraped down her neck, the sharp fangs leaving heat in their wake. She could feel a yearning, a feeling in her stomach, for something more. It hit her suddenly that she was naked, his teeth moving down her body. She began to squirm as her body tingled.

"Please what?" he whispered, his cold breath leaving goosebumps. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know," she whispered feeling helpless as his hands tickled her sides, the flesh chilled and not warm like a human. She wanted to arch away and she wanted to move closer.

"Do you want me to stop?" he questioned, on of his hands moving lower while the other stopped. When she didn't respond, the man whisper again, "Do you want me to stop?" This time the other hand stopped. Sam began to squirm as she responded in the negative. She could feel the smirk against her skin as his mouth began to move lower, his breath now on one nipple. It was strange that as she was feeling this way about this man. She didn't even know who he was. His body was older, more muscular than any guy her age, yet she felt she knew him somehow, that her body had only reacted like this for one guy. This wasn't him because he was older than the love of her life. She continued to just feel, her mind drifting as the pleasure built, something foreign tingling before it crashed over her.

As she opened her eyes she found herself looking into a pair of ice blue eyes.

Sam sat up, her clothing sticking to her sweaty flesh. She looked down at her legs, her eyes unstaring as she felt the pleasure ebb.

"What was that?" she asked the empty room. When she got the response she had known she would get, silence, she fell back with a sigh. "Just a fucked up dream." Dismissing it as nothing she rolled over, reached for one of her vegetarian sleep aid and chewed it, her eyes falling closed as she laid back on her pillows.


Unfortunately for her, the next several weeks were filled with those dreams, her nighttimes full of fulfillment and emptiness in the same respect. It became so bad that the small Goth's sleeping habits changed. Her normally heavy sleeping became lighter. She found that after awakening from the dream that she awoke at the smallest sounds. The thing this time, was that every time the dream changed... The man that laid with her changed his demeanor. He was rough, but at the same time he was gentle.

The other thing was his eye color and temperature changed. Sometimes he had his ice blue eyes and his warm body while other times he had bright green eyes and was cold as ice. The only reason it bothered her so much was that those were the same orbs she saw almost everyday. Danny's eyes. It made her wonder if it was the halfa that was invading her dream and if it were that it had to be an older version of him. But that made no sense since she wasn't lusting after her best friend! Wasn't she through with these erotic dreams?! Just thinking about the dreams caused her to squirm.

"You okay?" Tucker questioned from the other side of the table. Jazz was giving her a strange look as well and Sam realized that she must look like a love struck teen. Hell, with how those dreams made her feel she was sure to be drooling at just the thought of them. She had come out for a walk, the house making her nervous. Hoping the walk would make her feel better she had walked to the Nasty, the other reason being that she hadn't been eating so well. They had seen her first and jumped at the chance to have her in their company. Sam had not wanted company, not with the way she was feeling. They wouldn't let her leave, both of them being extra pushy. "Sam, you feeling okay?" She realized at that moment that he was looking at her usual attire.

Sam dressed in almost the same attire, all of her stuff more tomboy than what her station dictated, but today she was wearing something so unlike her. She was wearing a full black outfit, not a stitch of color on the skintight black jeans while her shirt was long sleeved and too big as it hung off her shoulder revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was longer than it had been, most of it down her back, and was pulled in a simple ponytail. She even had base on, her skin looking pale, but you could only tell if you looked at her neck and shoulder while her face was a little darker.

"I'm just fine," the Goth stated. "Just craving something nasty." They looked at each other and then back to her. "Nice to see you two out and about." Brows went up, the look in their eyes loud and clear. Something was wrong as Sam NEVER made idle chit chat, the raven haired beauty usually speaking her mind openly. Suddenly Jazz leaned forward, her now short hair falling forward.

"Danny told us about what happened a while back," the resident genius doing what she did best... Putting her foot in her mouth. Sam's eyes narrowed seconds after a twitch.

"I don't know why he saw fit to tell others my private business," the woman before them leaning forward, the spark in her eyes like the old Goth. Her food was clenched tightly in her hand as she hissed, "It was handled and nothing came of it."

"You said yo-"

"I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It." she whispered fervently as she stood. "Tell him he fucked up." Turning from them she stomped off, her muttering heard as the door slammed shut. Tucker shook his head as his girlfriend looked rather thoughtful.

"Danny's gonna be pissed," the dark skinned male noted knowingly. "He told us in confidence!" Jazz looked at her boyfriend in frustration. "Jazz, you promised you wouldn't say anything."

"He's worried about her and she needs to know that there are other people who care." She looked back at the door. "Something's not right here."

"So not our pl-"

"She could be in danger!" Tucker's face changed in that moment as he burst out laughing, his hand covering his grin as Jazz's teal gaze bore into his. "Don't laugh at me! Sam has never worn makeup li-"

"Are you joking? Sam has worn ple-" Jazz shot him down, her response making the techno-geek shut his mouth.

"Base! She doesn't wear base." She had him there. She wore some makeup, but she had claimed that the base made her feel like she was wearing a mask. "You don't know her as well as you think you do." Tucker looked at his girlfriend, the stumped look on his face making the redhead shake her head. The male was her friend while his girlfriend was not. "Don't give me that look," she stated as she stood, her tray of leftovers. "I am a ghost hunter after all. Observation is crucial."

"Jazz, you are not a ghost fighter," he stated. "You help on the occasion, but you are not a full fledged hunter." Her teal eyes narrowed, the look that came over her normally beautiful face making his own teal eyes widen. Fuck! "Sorry!" he said, the woman before him clenching her tray. "I didn't mean it like it came out!" The genius muttered a few choice words under her breath before walking away, her food landing in the trash with the tray clattering onto of the counter. "I am so sorry!" he cried out as he raced after her. She threw him a cold look. "I am an idiot!" He knew that he was screwed. He raced after her, almost running into the door as she slammed it closed.